Every man’s endeavor was imbued with responsibility

La fente, comme tracée au tire-ligne, cette superbe couture rabattue, qui s’épanouira un jour en pétales et, au fil du temps, deviendra le con de la femme, un pliage d’origami.

Writting turns you into somebody who’s always wrong. The illusion that you may get ir right someday is the perversity that draws you on. What else could? As pathological phenomena go, it doesn’t completely wreck...

This kindly unjudging judgment of the Swede could well have been a new development in Jerry, compassion a few hours old. That can happen when people die–the argument with them drops away and people so...

The fact remains that getting people right is not what living is all about anyway. It’s getting them wrong and wrong and wrong and then, on careful reconsideration, getting them wrong again. That’s how we...

yEvery man’s endeavor was imbued with responsibility

A ses yeux, celui qui donnait des signes extérieurs de bonté était bon, celui qui donnait des signes extérieurs de loyauté était loyal. Celui qui donnait des signes extérieurs d’intelligence, intelligent. C’est ainsi qu’il n’avait...

You fight your superficiality, you shallowness, as as to come at people without unreal expectations, without an overload of bias or hope or arrogance, as untank-like as you can be, sans cannon and machine guns...